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Prelude - Is He Just a Dream?

Miscellaneous By: Desiree Addams

Is he just a dream?

Submitted:Jan 6, 2010    Reads: 970    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   

Night after night, day after day, his countenance never left me. I heard him in my mind calling to me. How could this be?
He invaded my dreams. He appeared quite tall, his firm shoulders and broad chest tapering down into a well defined waist. When he walked, I saw the power in his step as his muscles flex through his pants.
His devastatingly handsome face was framed by the long, flowing black tresses that spilled down over his shoulders. His lips were full and red. His mouth was opened in a wickedly seductive smile. Peering out from under that smile were the long, white, glistening canines of the vampire.
It happened again. I fell asleep; at least I think I did. I felt his feverishly hot breath and the length of his fangs as he swept his mouth across the back of my neck. Pushing the silky red spaghetti straps from my shoulders, he dropped my lace teddy to the floor revealing my naked form.
"You will submit to me. There is no point in trying to escape," he insisted quietly.
His commanding tone made my nipples stand erect, the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and goose bumps overwhelm my flesh.
Again his voice spoke into my consciousness, "I have come for you. It is pointless to fight me. You will fight me even though you know I will punish you. I will overpower you. You will be mine. I will restrain you and you will be helpless to escape. Then I will deal swiftly with your defiance."
Haunting melodies permeated the atmosphere and his hypnotic scent enveloped me, leaving me completely at his mercy.


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